Manifesting

I decided I would share one of my Love Letters here, because I really want to put it out into the universe. Just wrote this one today. Here it is:

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            I used to think that it didn’t matter if my suitor was a reader or a creative, that I’d be open to considering anyone. Since meeting you, however, I’ve come to a deeper understanding of my needs. I love receiving your gentle feedback on my writing and hearing about what you’re reading lately. Your passionate pursuit of a deeper empathy and understanding of humanity through the study of literature, and even non-fiction, drives me to truer representations in my own work.

            You just grok my need to make things, too, be it a tasty homemade cookie recipe, a poem, a painting, a collage, or a story. The best kind of making is more play than work, even when you’re paid for it. Our senses demand experimentation with texture, color, flavor, and sound. You feel that way, too, never more yourself than when you’re engaging in creative self-expression. Even when we’re not collaborating directly, we’re still enmeshed in one another’s art, inspiring and supporting one another.

            That word, inspiration, from the Latin, inspiratus, “breathing into.” Every in-breath, sustains and nourishes, not only through oxygen alone, but also through the sensory essence of our surroundings. You give me needed space to breathe and thrive in abundance with the universe, and rejoice in the eclectic style of our home, our sanctuary, which we decorated together.

            To paraphrase the late David Bowie, you also know when to go out, not just when to stay in. We make adventures of everyday trips for groceries, sure; sometimes, though, you need to really open yourself to the spirit of tactile experience. Road trips both local and long-distance, kitschy small towns with historic downtown store fronts; nights on the town with both of us in gorgeous eyeliner and perhaps a dash of dark lipstick, dancing as though trying to shake loose our mortality and become angels; concerts and music festivals, glowsticks and UV-reactive body paint and glitter gel; holding hands in darkened movie theaters; sampling exotic fare as we travel, or creating world cuisine together at home; book signings at local shops, and browsing through unusual antiques in resale and thrift shops; wandering old cemeteries and taking photographs with crumbling headstones and stone celestials.